A Thing Of Beauty

Poetry is a nice way to open the heart, soften the eyes and sharpen the ears. It can adjust our senses to the world with words. It can also guide us to the place where we can listen to the sound between our ears and simply listen.

May the following prose take you to that place where you can just listen.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health,
and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow,
are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence,
of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures,
of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching:
yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep;
and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in;
and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season;
the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of
fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the
grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

~John Keats

What are some ways that you listen to the sound?